Lit my Soul on Fire

always read those 'good girl and bad boy', 'princes and her prince charm',
'knight with shinning armor'.
but what about bitches; not so friendly, quiet, depressed, mysterious bitches.
no one thinks about them, there are stories where the good girls' boys' almost get stolen from some bitchy sluts, they really do exist and at the end they are like dogs that gets kicked out even from the background.
this is a story of that bitch that got depressed over years. it does not only need trauma to get depressed, small granules keep on getting stored and there are whole tons of sacks filled with hard sand.
she does things to hide it.
she does not want sympathy but empathy;
He secured me in a warm hug, and warm tears were running down his cheeks wetting my t-shirt. he hugged me tighter and I felt warm under his hug, he spoke into my shoulder, brushing his lips while doing so, "Nobody wants tons of sacks of sand, but you know what, I am going to have it, I will heat it up and turn it into a glass, even if it breaks I will melt it and mold it again, maybe they don't know; glass can never degrade". He was cute. He made me fell what others could never
I felt warmth inside me for the first time, and something more, something like empathy for the first time.